Sadly, I think I suffer from PTSD from being "bullied" in the work place too much. Now in my "old age" I am asserting my right to not be bullied. Most of the street persons love us and we love them too. We give them free tasty treats that they enjoy.The guy is living on the streets and lucky if he eats one meal per day. Are you so uncharitable that you would begrudge him the corner, and shelter that corner offers, because you want more passers by to see/hear you sing/chant?